I had absolutely zero motivation to write, I hit this massive writer's block, like, couldn't even string two words together. But hey, I pushed through it, like a champ, lol.
Sorry for keeping you all waiting and thanks a ton for being patient with me. Seriously, means the world.
Now, after this chapter we're diving into the main plots real soon, so I'll try to be consistent and keep the chapters coming. Y'all just have to just motivate me by voting, commenting and sharing my book with your reader friends. Enjoy the chapter, Love you all to bits!
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— 𖤐 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐇𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :
It's almost night time now.
After taking hot shower and changing into dry clothes in our respective rooms, Mr. Malik, brewed a steaming cup of coffee for both of us and it really helped me with the cold.
Right now, I'm perched on my room's bed, attempting to send some crucial emails to my PI. (private investigator)
My frustration mounts as my laptop refuses to cooperate, I let out a heavy sigh for what feels like the umpteenth time, unable to send the email properly. I close my eyes and palm my face in exasperation.
I get up from my bed and draw the curtains to stare out of the huge glass window wall. The heavy rain is still pouring, accompanied by slight thunder and lightning.
My gaze fixes on the gloomy, dark clouds, and a bittersweet smile graces my lips as thoughts of my dream flood my mind.
When I talk about chasing my dreams, it doesn't necessarily mean I have some grand professional aspiration.
Nope.
Dreams can be simple and personal, like mine is reuniting with my precious little girl.
When I was 12 years old, I made a promise to take care of her, but that promise slipped through my fingers within mere hours as she was taken away from me—where? I don't know.
Escaping the marriage was very important because marrying that scumbag would have meant being bound like a freaking prisoner, hindering my search for her.
It's not like I didn't try searching for her all these years. I did everything in my power to find her, but still, I couldn't. My father was involved at the beginning—being a dangerous mafia himself, he couldn't find her either.
He gave up because that's who my father is, he doesn't really care for anyone but himself.
But I won't give up.
I won't stop, ever, until I find her.
Being a sheltered mafia princess only complicated matters further.
Now that I'm no longer a sheltered mafia princess and all that nonsense, I can finally dedicate my life to finding her.
She's not my sister or twin sister or even blood-related at the first place, actually she's so much more than that and I just know she's alive.
